9th Transmission - Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's voice is all but completely obscured by the sound of whistling wind. He's likely shouting over the sound of it, straining to make himself audible.]

Keep out of the dirt town! Nothing but sand and wind here!

[A pause.]

And scrap metals!

[There's only wind for a while, as Ironhide begins to scan the area more closely.]

...

And corpses.

Comments

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

Fresh corpses or rotten ones?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Eugh...

Both.

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

[Ping. You have his interest.]

How fresh are we talking?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Why?

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

I'm curious. Doesn't sand do weird things to bodies?

[heavyweaponsbot]

How should I know!

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

Well I was going to find out. I could tell you what happens, if you want.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I have no desire to know what happens to organic corpses.

[fallintheriver.livejournal.com]

Why not? I bet the bodies turn to jerky all on their own. Can you imagine?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Found a fresh one!

[Like Ironhide, Kevas is shouting just to be heard.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Oh. Good.

[This is Ironhide, being sarcastic despite all the shouting.]

Where!

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

T'ink of it dis way mon! It could mean we be on da right track!

[Or that some idiot got lost in the desert and died.

Despite the difficulty of telling where anything is with all this sand whipping around, Kevas gives his location.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

The right track of what.

[Despite his words, Ironhide will trek out toward where Kevas is, snarling and grumbling the entire way.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Know we be knowin' dat sometin' out here killed dese mons.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... great.

Do we get to take it out?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Kevas thinks for a moment. There's no telling what's killing these people, if there's only one, or just how dangerous it is. Any sort of evidence that remains is being destroyed by the coming sandstorm, but maybe this time they can end the problem before it even starts. No risk no reward.]

If we can, why not?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good.

[Exploring is fun and all, but it's been ages since Ironhide had a good fight. He'll keep making his way toward the troll's location, wading through sand and wind.]

[thepuppyhero.livejournal.com]

...

[Zack's staring at one right now. A skeleton that is.]

Think a storm got them?

[heavyweaponsbot]

No way I can tell. Not good with organic corpses.

[thepuppyhero.livejournal.com]

Stay out in a storm like this long enough and the wind could tear the skin right off a person's bones.

[He lets out a sigh.]

But I'm no expert. I can't tell if that's what did this.

[heavyweaponsbot]

That sounds... pleasant.

[So much sarcasm in those three words.]

I know nothing of human... whatever this is.

[thepuppyhero.livejournal.com]

Skeleton.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... right. I know nothing of... skeletons.

[thepuppyhero.livejournal.com]

[He might be laughing at you. He might be not.]

Anyway, is there anything else out there?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts.]

Just scrap metal.